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Mar 2020
In the crowd I cry out my fears, I scream I shout but no one hears.
I then reach out and try to feel but it’s only air and nothings real.
I hope and pray to God of love but no sign comes down from high above.
So here I sit in the crowd alone, not myself but just a clone...
Occasional isolation
Anvillan
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Anvillan  M/USA
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     Salmabanu Hatim and Derrick
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